Short Stories

Soulmate: Teil Drei (Part Three)

Christopher

"Mr. President-" I looked up from my desk where I had been studying yet another script (my next press conference, oh boy!) and adding my input and edits where I saw fit, to see my Communications person, standing in the doorway with a latte.

"Did E News release my sex tape?" I asked, tapping impatiently against the desk with my pen. It was a bright blue glitter pen, part of a set from my Marcus, thank you very much.

"No, Mr. President. But-" I held up my hand, cutting him off once again.

"I don't care. I don't want to talk to you then. Is that for me?" I pointed to the to-go coffee cup with my pen and arched my eyebrow. Coffee sounded great.

"Don't you have a secretary who is supposed to get you coffee?"

"Honest to god, that woman brings a coffee in for her goddamn self and drinks it in front of my face. She hands me my fucking reports and walks away. Lord knows I ask plenty, I even offer money to buy the both of us coffee, but she just walks out the damn door!"

Mr. Communications guy sighs, "Why don't you fire her then?"

"I think she has something going with the EOP intern and I don't wanna get in the way of true love." I winked, biting the tip of my pen before adding a new line to the script.

"Mr. President, you have a press conference in two hours. Have you studied the script?"

"Yup. What do you think I've been doing all morning." He peeked over to see my scribbles and he groaned.

"You are a child. I'm going to find Todd."

I clapped my hands together, "Oooooh yes! Send my Vice President in here. We'll talk about cute boys."

"I can't deal with you right now." He began to leave the room. I smirked.

"Your coffee is soy and it disgusts me!" I yelled out the door, satisfied with myself. He didn't reply, but I know for a fact that he heard me and was probably groaning to his boyfriend (Management and Budget Office Supervisor).

I knew for a fact that they were dating. I hired my chief Secret Service guy to follow them for a week, they were freaking dating. I had proof! The proof would probably get me locked up with the NSA, but nevertheless, it was proof.

My secretary then chose to drop off my mail, clutching a Starbucks cup and leaving without another word, which I picked up and took with me as I proceeded to go have a nice quickie with my lovely (secret) boyfriend.

I walked through the halls, clutching a file and my mail so it looked like I was going to do something super important. Which I was, but I couldn't tell people that 'something super important ' was the French Ambassador.

I hummed as I walked into his office, tapping the door a bit before coming in.

"Come in." Marcus said in his ridiculous French accent which drove me up the wall nonetheless. I pushed the door open and stepped fully in, before shutting the door and locking it tightly.

"Afternoon beautiful." I spoke in a Southern drawl, which made Marcus giggle. He finally looked up at me and smiled his wide, glorious smile that sent shivers down my spine. I let out a deep breath. God, he was stunning.

"Bonjour, mon amour." Marcus breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and standing.

I dropped my file and made my way over to him at the speed of light (yeah, okay, not that fast. But as fast as my muscular legs could carry me), grabbing him by his hips and pulling him towards me so I could kiss the living daylights out of him.